Once, a woman came up to me at the burn and said, “I prefer if you don’t blog about me.”

To which I wanted to respond, “Then don’t do anything INTERESTING!” only to realize that that was redundant.

And now, here I am, blogging about her.

I will say this, however.

There are people, lifestyles, events, and activities that I participate in or have friends who participate in which sort of defy explanation and get lost in translation.

If you ask me if my work knows that I go to Burning Man, the answer is “No.”

And that’s just an annual artistic community experiment in the desert.

What if there were other activities, outside the mainstream?

It has dawned on me, very slowly, that in spite of this blog, I do need to protect the identities and interests of some of my friends who trust me and continue to invite me to participate in their events.

You will usually find me blogging about whatever is on my mind from the men who capture my fancy, like Nathan and Krunch; to past lovers who I remember fondly, like Jay and Charlie The Aussie; to men I fantasize about but can never have, like Alexander Skarsgård and Joe Manganiello.

I’d like to think I’m more of a lover than a hater. Unfortunately, the hate tends to be funnier than the love, like when The Hunk had an epic skill/equipment failure in bed with me.

I’ve been advised that the reason I’m single is because of this blog.

That might be true but I can’t help but feel like deep down, my blog will actually draw in the right man for me.

Imagine how nice it’d be to have all your experiences and secrets in one place where a person can read about them.

My thoughts. My hopes. My frustrations.

If a man can get through my blog posts AND STILL be interested in me, then he passed the test.

And the thing is, PLENTY of men like this blog and read it.

So there’s hope.

There’s a reason this blog is called unblunder…

Because everything seems wrong at first until it suddenly turns beautifully, epically RIGHT!

It’s not well know that before I write, I compose all my blog posts in a book. There is something about the writing process, about seeing those wonderful words form on a blank page that unleashes my creativity. When my work is finished in longhand, that’s when I transfer it to the computer. It’s the least satisfying part of the process.

My writing is just better when I write by hand. I accept this.

So I have a bit of an obsession with journals. Since Burning Man is coming up, I figured I’d commission a whole new journal for my experiences there. And that’s when I found Misty.

Misty makes custom journals and THEY’RE BEAUTIFUL! They’re one-of-a-kind and not the kind of thing you throw away.

I told her Absinthe Fairy, Rainbow Jumpsuit, and Black PVC Domme and her creativity was sparked. I told her greens and golds and iridescence and she began to plan out a 50-page journal for me.

Just look how beautiful and colorful they are:

So if you imagine me at Burning Man, imagine me sitting in the shade, with a hydration pack on my back, dust on my boots, and sweat on my forehead with an incredibly creative and beautiful journal in my hands, madly scrambling to write down what I’m experiencing at Burning Man so I can capture it and take a little bit home with me to share with all of you 🙂